Am I capable of so much pain?
Third eye shut, an illusion of fear
Nothing to gain?
I wish for the world to stop and to spin,
Instead of falling down under Him

Perhaps the cracks will heal with some glue
A couple staples, some scotch tape--
Good as new?
Pretending instead of mending I keep on the road
The grass is inviting but the signs forbid

Instant soup remedies the common flu
But what I need is a cure for you

Laughter calls me back from catatonic
A ripple of reality comes rushing in to fill the holes
I lay down on the grass, staring at the shapes in the sky
Why did I have to get so high?